Come, Thou Found of Every Blessing

1    Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
    tune my heart to sing thy grace;
    streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    call for songs of loudest praise.
    While the hope of endless glory
    fills my heart with joy and love,
    teach me ever to adore thee;
    may I still thy goodness prove.


2    Here I raise my Ebenezer:
    "Hither by thy help I've come";
    and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
    safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    wand'ring from the fold of God;
    he, to rescue me from danger,
    interposed his precious blood.


3    Oh, to grace how great a debtor
    daily I'm constrained to be;
    let that grace now like a fetter
    bind my wand'ring heart to thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
    prone to leave the God I love.
    Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;
    seal it for thy courts above.

Text: Robert Robinson, 1735-1790, alt.